Christian’s Pov
After four years I was going back to my packhouse because my higher studies, my training, and alliances always kept me busy. Finland was a nice place, I spent a nice time here but now it was time for me to take over the pack, people say it’s better when you have a Luna by your side but I’m not ready for having someone by my side, as the women I have known till now have always been weak, seeking the help of a male for themselves.
“Hey, Christian are you done with your packing? We need to leave tonight.” And like always Liam entered my room without knocking, I was busy getting ready for one of my last meetings in Finland.
“Yeah, I am,” I said giving him an ugly look because like always he didn’t even take a bath, a lazy freak. “I warn you don’t sit on my bed with your dirty ass, take a shower first.” I am a cleanliness freak, I can’t let him dirty my bed. He rolled his eyes and decided to sit on the couch, I still didn’t like the idea of him in my room but he was my beta and the only dearest friend I had.
“I don’t know how it will be to live again in the packhouse.” Even though I wasn’t sure about going back to California but it was time for me to take on my responsibilities.
“It will be the same,” I said and he fished for his phone and was texting someone, maybe it was the girl he was having hookups with.
“By the way, you will be soon mated to your Luna, excited?” He asked out of nowhere making me spit on my coffee. I took my coat from the closet and answered him with disgust, “Bullshit! you know that I don’t want to be with anyone right now, I can rule on my own instead.”
He wasn’t pleased with my reply, “Doesn’t matter what you say everyone needs a mate, and the day you will find yours; I know the mate bond will not let her go,” I was ready to kick him out of my room.
“If that’s the case then it’s better that she is strong and intelligent or else I won’t mind rejecting her.” To be honest, I don’t know who my fated one is but I’d like her to be sensible, strong, independent, dignified, and responsible because I’m least interested in tagging myself along with someone who ends up as a burden to me.
“Don’t worry Christian, I’m sure your mate will be the sunshine to your darkness someone who will bring you out of the boredom and darkness you are living in, she will be the white to your black,”
“If done then it’s better you pick your ass and get out.” Come on I was not at all interested in his blabbering.
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We reached California and something about the place was pleasant, we had a two hours drive left to reach the packhouse, I felt a strong pull towards it as if I missed a lot in these past years or maybe someone, my only organ which has worked only to pump blood was beating hard against my chest for no good reason.
The air carried something else with it or maybe scent of someone I could smell for my whole life, what the f**k is wrong with me what am I even thinking right now. I checked my phone to get my mind off all this s**t and saw a text message with pictures from someone unknown.
Maybe it was the one who designed my room, it looked the way I wanted it. I left it on read as I didn’t feel the need to reply. After a few minutes, I saw three pop-up messages from the same person.
“ You could have at least replied to me how is it or you like it or not there was no need of acting like you are too busy, what a bore!" Wait did she mean bore? She doesn’t even know that what kind of interesting guy I could be it’s just that I don’t speak.
“Hey, am I boring?” I asked Liam as he was the only one there with me. He gave me a strange look and burst into a huge laughter. I'll break his teeth.
“Who dared to tell you the truth." This jerk has a die wish.
“None of your business.” I checked her w******p name and it was Kylie, she has got guts huh? How dare she to offend me.
“Madam, thanks for doing it but I hope my room would have looked a bit cleaner and classier.” And here I go directly attacking her ego.
I was waiting for her to reply and she did that too.“It was you with a tasteless and *BORING* choice of colors so, better not blame me, Mister.” She intentionally highlighted that word boring.
She was annoying and getting on my freaking nerves, I wanted to stuff her mouth with something big that she can’t speak for years.
“What’s making you so worked up.” Liam asked noticing the frown on my face.
“Nothing there’s someone I don’t want to see.” I admitted and he looked confused.
I texted her back, “It looks like mam you don’t know what’s classy and elegant.”
And I felt my lips forming a smile on my face. This girl was annoying but annoying her was more fun.
"What's there on your phone making you smile?" He asked in a tone as if I don't even smile.
"Someone who got annoyed." She didn't reply to me after that, I thought she would but she didn't.
"You are confusing. By the way soon we will be there." Liam was driving, I responded him with a fine and soon we reached the packhouse. I didn't want to interact with anyone except mom and dad so, I took the secret passage. Mom was the happiest to see me after years. I hugged her immediately, " I'm happy Christian you are back, Mama missed you baby. " Liam went to his Dad and Family.
"I did miss you too mom by the way where's dad?" I asked her breaking the hug.
"In the office. He is waiting for you there and please don't start working again make sure you take rest first." I nodded my head and headed towards his office.
I met my dad Alpha Ashton who was a huge man with a powerful aura, " Oh Christian! you are back?" He was happy to see me. We had a small chit-chat session and he asked me to take rest.
I went straight to my room and it looked amazing, she did a good job but there was something mixed with the air of my room and it was everywhere. It was a sweetsmell of different flowers and honey. It was comforting but who did it belong to.
Kylie, was the one to do this with my room but why didn't she reply. Christian why do you even care for that annoying girl. Go and get yourself clean.
I took a shower and straight away went to my bed but that scent in my room kept me awake. It was pulling me towards it consuming me and my senses. It's better it's not of that girl because I can't like something that belongs to her.